WARNING+ REMINDER:
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Ophelias backstory and traumas come almost directly from my own, with a few minor details obviously exaggerated or changed for either others privacy or fitting her families dynamic since I wrote her to have 3 siblings, while I personally only have 1. This chapter starts going into some mental issues for her that I used to or still struggle with, so yea, fair warning.
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She blinked once, then twice.
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒎 𝑰?
Sitting up, she began scanning the room to figure out just that.
She was sitting at a polished dining room table, the room pristine, but void of any joy. Some items lacked color, such as a wall phone, a potted plant, and most doors.
𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
The clack of heels came from one side of the house, in sync with the pitter-patter of small feet.
From around the corner, a tiny Riddle made this way in, holding a large book close as the owner of the heels revealed herself.
She looked more plastic then human, really.
"Happy 8th Birthday Riddle. This years cake is a gluten free recipe with nuts, made with purified soy flour to improve your cerebral function."
Ophelia grimaced on Mini Riddles behalf.
𝑫𝒖𝒅𝒆, 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕?
"Thank you, Mother, but...."
Shuffling his feet, looking towards the ground, the little boy spoke again, almost in a whisper.
"As it is my birthday, May I have one of those tarts? The beautiful ones, with the shining red strawberries?"
"Absolutely not! What possessed you to ask for such a thing? Your practically asking me to feed you poison!"
Eyeing the door, she wondered how fast she could find a knife in this house.
The boy looked completely crushed, no longer shuffling his feet, but solemnly hanging his head.
"But...Mother.."
"No Buts!! Mother knows best!"
"Yes, Mother.."
Slipping down the corridor, the brunette managed to find a sharp knife, and tip toed back into the room.
"—As you are now eight, your calorie intake will increase to 600 a day, understood."
She froze for a moment, almost horrified.
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 1,650 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒎
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚.
𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔.
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